It happened about a month ago, a tragic incident that destroyed this poor girl’s life. She use to be normal, well at least what she thought was normal, but now she was something else, she was some sort of monster, and she hated herself for it, but what now there is nothing she can do about it.
Emily had been walking home from a movie one night; she had done this all the time, nothing unusual about it. But when she was on her way home something strange happened, she couldn’t remember much but she remembered a few things. Someone was crying and huddled up against the side of a house. They had a hooded sweatshirt on and it was clutched tight against them, Emily couldn’t see the face of this person at all.
But she was drawn to this person, she felt compelled to help them, and then after that all she could remember was the sound of her screams filling the nighttime air and blood splattered all around her. She thought she was dead, she could not explain what was going on, but then the pain stopped for a moment and she could hear her heart beating, that’s all she could hear, than it stopped, she was dead.
Not understanding what was going on she slowly woke up, as something new, she wasn’t human anymore, she didn’t know what she was, and even to this day she doesn’t. She could guess, but only from fantasy stories she had read. She had fangs now, vampires had those. She could seem to call people over with a simple song or even a batting of the eyes, like a siren. And for some reason she craved sex and the tearing of human flesh, something that a Succubus might do.
So what is Emily? She doesn’t even know, all she knows she is a monster, and for some reason she can’t fight these urges that crave human flesh. She doesn’t have a home anymore she had run away, far away once she awoke from the night she died. Now she hides in dark allies putting on an act, crying and calling out to others so they come to comfort her, and once she has them in her trap they are hers, to do whatever she pleases.
Emily remains hidden in the
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